06.01.08
Con (a lot of) Fuoco
[Little musings on photography, provincial life, pyrotechnics and the sunset.]
The sunsets have been indescribably magnificent these past few days. It’s
the kind of visual glory that makes Adobe Photoshop seem worthless, and
the sort of natural beauty that rewards this photography-ignoramus little girl with what she has captured. (Up to this day, I still refuse to have Photoshop installed in my computer to bear out that nature is majestic even without digital enhancements and manipulations.) The following links will prove a nano-percent of what I daily look forward to; the splendid dot that ends my day, that sublime great period which is the sun.
Link: May 2008
Link: May 29, 2008
Link: May 31, 2008
Link: June 1, 2008
(Yeah, I could have been more imaginative with the album titles. haha)
While sipping coffee at quasi-European Café Isabelle with my loved ones this evening, childishly pretending once again that I was at an outdoor café in Europe, something happened that brought my thoughts back to where I really was. Children and grown-ups were excitedly coming out to the street and were pointing to one corner of the sky, towards the pyrotechnic display that signified Dipolog’s current festivities. One could not help but notice the delighted expressions on their faces. I, too, took photos of the fireworks despite the sorry pang of realization that I felt.
At the boulevard this afternoon, I was a trigger-happy little girl even with our inexpensive camera, clicking towards the breathtaking colours of the sunset. But I noticed that most people there just walked on by, as usual… evidently, they were not as enthusiastic as I was about the miracle of the heavens. If I were just a bit crazier as I already am, I would have stopped everyone in their tracks and made them turn their faces to the sun and tell them how blessed they were to be able to witness such magic. But they just went on walking… and unfortunately, they missed it…
…and there I was tonight, at the café, wondering why the mere brief-lived
fireworks were more of a spectacle to them compared to the sun that had been wondrously burning for eons.
“If the stars (or in this case, the sun) should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
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